A Mindless Heart
By Mohith S
Why is it that
Her words
The voice of her words
Her hummings
In random
The pranks she plays on me
Her name
The letters on her name
Seductive letters, aren’t they
The sudden mutes
And
Her spurts of laughter
Soft like
When you walk
Through the flooded streets
All these
Not making me
Feel like
I am becoming
Some
Thing
Every day but
Being
Every day
Some
Thing
Is it
Already spring?
Or
Is it
Just another sleepless night?
By Mohith S

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